Cruise Control Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Foot on the gas,
 
Let's go,
 
Let's pass the intersections of fear
Before the yellow light flashes to red.
Caution of the thoughts that come to a complete halt.
The reassurance of a safe passage.
Your hand in mine. resting on top the gear shift.
The light turns green.
The traffic of never ending thoughts needing a place to rest
On the freeway of you and I speeding past the stop signs
Viewing the trees and yellow lines of the street.
The air freshener sways left then right.
Your smile catches the mirror
side looks taken from the corner of my eye
While we pass the other cars, searching for a place to belong.
The light turns red, reassuring the smile on your face.
Conveying the sound of my heart as my foot presses against the gas.
Let's pass the intersections of fear. The avenues of self doubt.
The trauma of wrecked cars seen, made in haste.
Blind sided by recklessness. Distracted by the smallest thing.
The overpass and bypasses aren't congested yet.
Maybe we'll reach our destination soon.
Away from the city, away from the suburbs.
We'll push cruise control and head West until we run out of gas.